Violent and sick beauty [interpenetration]

King Rui glared at Jing Hanzhang angrily, and said, "I came out in a hurry and didn't bring much valuables. I'll send someone to deliver them to you after I return to the mansion."

Jing Hanzhang hurriedly said: "Then it's settled, brother, you can't go back on your word."

King Rui: "..."

King Rui began to reflect on what kind of image he was in Jing Hanzhang's heart. How could he make him think that he couldn't even give up a gift?

Jing Hanzhang cheated his elder brother and was in a good mood. He poured a cup of hot tea for Yan Xingyu and winked at him.

The painting boat has slowly rowed to the lotus pile in the middle of the lake, and there is no outsider in the whole painting boat except for the attendants who are guarding outside.

Seeing this posture, Jing Hanzhang probably knew what King Rui had found, and he didn't avoid Yan Xingyu, and said, "You really teamed up with the master of Zhewei? Who is he?"

King Rui frowned, maybe even he didn't believe it.

"He is... the orphan of the regent king, and those sting guards call him the little prince."

"The regent's orphan?!" Jing Hanzhang was taken aback, "Didn't that child die on the way to Jiangnan?"

King Rui nodded his head, and also felt it was incredible: "But that's what the Zing Guard did call it."

Jing Hanzhang frowned: "Then he is in the capital to avenge the regent? No, then why would he help you win the throne?"

If the death of the regent was really caused by the emperor, shouldn't the young prince directly seize the throne by himself? After all, he should have the ability to disturb the entire capital city by himself.

Besides, in the past few years, the little prince has also secretly eradicated some of King Rui's people.

King Rui shook his head: "I don't know. When he came looking for me, I thought he was going to use the way he used to deal with the second prince to deal with me..."

After all, a dust-sealing boat and a small Xuanyu Order pulled the second prince off the horse for a long time and could not stand up. King Rui thought that he had nothing that the prince could look up to, so he was extremely cautious when making contact.

But after a few months, King Rui realized that the little prince really planned to help him.

When King Rui and Jing Hanzhang were talking, Yan Xingyu kept holding on to the carved window lattice, looking curiously at the lotus outside.

Outside the window was guarded by King Rui, who even called the man to pick lotus pods for him.

The personal guard plucked the lotus pods for him with a disheveled face, very dissatisfied with this young man who served Israel.

Yan Xingyu didn't care about other people's eyes. He took the lotus pod and peeled off the lotus seeds with his eyes downcast. There were some water marks on his thin white fingers, which he put on his lips and gently swept away with the tip of his tongue.

King Rui: "...that little prince only met me once, and since then, other people have come over, and he has a strange smell... Qi, Hanzhang?——Jing Hanzhang!"

King Rui spoke dryly, and when he looked up, he found that Jing Hanzhang, who was listening carefully, had somehow landed on Yan Xingyu who was peeling lotus seeds, his eyes were fixed, and he looked like a fool who was bewitched by beauty. look.

King Rui: "..."

Jing Hanzhang was awakened by King Rui's voice, trembled, and looked at him in confusion: "Ah? What did you say?"

King Rui: "..."

Yan Xingyu also came back to his senses, looked at Jing Hanzhang curiously, and handed the first peeled lotus seed to Jing Hanzhang's lips.

Jing Hanzhang took the lotus seeds in his mouth foolishly, and smiled at him with his eyes bent.

King Rui said angrily, "What are you doing here today?!"

Jing Hanzhang said "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Only then did King Rui calm down, he didn't expect that stupid thing to push open the window, and said to the guard beside him: "Pick more lotus pods for me."

King Rui: "..."

King Rui was so angry that he felt distressed: "You..."

Jing Hanzhang said solemnly: "Xing Yu likes to eat, I want to bring some back."

King Rui was about to die of anger.

Yan Xingyu was a little embarrassed, and kept laughing while hiding behind Jing Hanzhang's shoulder.

After Jing Hanzhang got the lotus pod, he said to King Rui: "Brother, continue."

King Rui was expressionless: "You just rely on me to love you."

Jing Hanzhang pretended not to understand, and laughed heartlessly.

King Rui was a little helpless, but he was also relieved to see him and Yan Xingyu like this, he sighed, "Where did you just talk about?"

Jing Hanzhang couldn't remember either, but it was Yan Xingyu who reminded him: "It is said that the person sent by Xiao Shizi to negotiate has a strange smell on him."

"Oh yes." King Rui smiled at Yan Xingyu, then glared at Jing Hanzhang, "Look at him, and then at you, what memory?"

Jing Hanzhang: "..."

King Rui continued: "...It smells like medicinal fragrance, but I'm not sure. If you're curious, I'll take you to have a look next time."

Jing Hanzhang nodded and said, "Success."

Yan Xingyu kept peeling the lotus pods with his head down, as if he was not interested in the conversation between the two of them. He peeled one lotus seed after another, until Jing Hanzhang finished talking, the table was full of white lotus seeds.

Seeing the pile of lotus pods, Jing Hanzhang smiled and said, "Can you finish it?"

Yan Xingyu tilted his head, as if he had just realized it, and said, "Go back and cook lotus seed porridge."

Jing Hanzhang nodded, and asked the guards to put away the lotus seeds, and took Yan Xingyu back to the mansion.

Before getting off the boat, he turned his head and told King Rui: "Brother, don't forget the gift."

King Rui couldn't hold back at all, snatched a lotus pod from the guard's hand, and threw it at the back of his head angrily.

Yan Xingyu, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly raised his eyes and reacted extremely quickly. When he almost hit Jing Hanzhang, he caught the lotus pod.

Jing Hanzhang laughed heartlessly, and said to King Rui, "Brother, wait for you."

King Rui was stunned for a moment, looked at Yan Xingyu with a complicated expression, and waved his hand: "Let's go."

Jing Hanzhang took Yan Xingyu's hand and left.

As soon as the two left, King Rui's expression darkened instantly: "Yan Xingyu is absolutely extraordinary, his smell is very similar to that of the people around that young prince, so send someone to follow him, and arrange a few people into Hanzhang's mansion on the occasion of gift giving Stare."

The personal guard hesitated a bit: "Prime Minister..."

He always felt that that person was a sick child of Israel's servant, how could King Rui say it so seriously?

King Rui: "Go."

Only then did the personal guard look solemn, and said, "Yes."

Thinking back to the resolute Prince Regent's son, and looking at the sickly beauty, the guard shivered without a trace.

If that person really has something to do with the Prince Regent's son, the city of Kyoto will be changed.

***

Jing Hanzhang didn't know that King Rui was suspicious of his bedside person, so he went back to the mansion in high spirits, and insisted on cooking lotus seed porridge despite the obstruction, and he refused to listen to any persuasion.

Yan Xingyu had few desires, except for gold, he rarely revealed what he liked. This was the first time he offered to eat lotus seed porridge. The Seventh Prince didn't care what kind of gentleman he was, so he rolled up his sleeves and entered the kitchen.

Yan Xingyu had no choice but to follow him.

The lotus in the vase a few days ago had withered, so Yan Xingyu pulled it out and threw it aside, and inserted fresh lotus in it.

Aman cleaned up the mess on the ground for him.

"King Rui became suspicious of me." Yan Xingyu said casually, "When he said today that he is the prince regent, he kept secretly looking at me."

Aman was startled: "What do you want to do, young master?"

Yan Xingyu threw away an unattractive flower, and said lightly, "Kill it."

Aman looked at him in horror.

After Yan Xingyu finished speaking, there was a sudden "ah", he tilted his head, and muttered to himself in a low voice: "He is His Highness's elder brother, he can't be killed, yes, he can't be killed."

He seemed a little confused: "Why did I want to kill him just now? He can't die." Aman: "My lord!"

Yan Xingyu was like waking up from a dream, he was stunned for a long time before continuing to play with lotus leaves, and muttered softly: "Let him go, check if you like."

Aman stared at him in shock for a long while before bowing down to look for the fish's breath.

Now Yan Xingyu... seems to be unable to deal with anything soberly.

Jing Hanzhang tinkered in the kitchen for a while, and finally made the lotus seed porridge decently.

He brought it to Yan Xingyu, Yan Xingyu took a breath, nodded, and praised him: "It's delicious."

Jing Hanzhang also became happy and drank porridge with him.

The emperor bestowed the marriage, and the wedding ceremony was scheduled for two months later. Even if he didn't want to, Jing Hanzhang still pinched his nose and asked Yan Xingyu coyly: "Should I go to the Xiangfu to propose marriage?"

Yan Xingyu was reading the theory written by Jing Hanzhang, and revised it word by word with a cinnabar pen. The annotation was more words than Jing Hanzhang's theory.

After all, it is a man's big wedding, which is different from usual.

Jing Hanzhang said solemnly: "I don't want to miss any of the six rituals."

Yan Xingyu smiled and said: "Okay, follow Your Highness."

Jing Hanzhang was very interested in organizing the wedding ceremony, even though there were still two months to get married, he couldn't wait to start ordering his servants to buy things.

After so much fanfare and tossing for half a month, Jing Hanzhang chose a good and auspicious day, and sent the dowry gift to the prime minister's mansion.

There were too many betrothal gifts, one box after another was tied to the carriage, and it took more than a dozen carriages to load it.

The people in the capital city have never seen such a big battle for marrying a man. They all gathered around the roadside and talked about it.

Yan Xingyu also sat in the carriage and looked out curiously with the curtains lifted.

Originally, Jing Hanzhang did not agree with him to go with him, for fear that he would be angry with Yan Ji and the eccentric Mrs. Yan in the Xiangfu, but for some reason, Yan Xingyu insisted on going, Jing Hanzhang was tortured by him and had no choice but to take He got into the carriage together.

This was the first time that a marriage was proposed and hired, and the two newcomers went there together.

Jing Hanzhang crossed his arms and said triumphantly, "How about it, isn't it a big battle?"

Yan Xingyu looked at the dense crowd of people on both sides of the road: "It's too big."

Jing Hanzhang was very satisfied.

The Prime Minister's Mansion had learned before that the Prime Minister's son was going to marry His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince, Yan Ji's face was extremely ugly, but he didn't express his dissatisfaction on the surface because the marriage was bestowed by the emperor.

Yan Ji even wondered if the emperor had guessed something, otherwise why would he marry Yan Xingyu to a man.

After all, a woman who lies under a man, even if she is the lord Ziwei, is afraid of missing the throne in this life.

Hearing the noisy battle outside, Yan Ji in Xiangfu's study immediately broke the pen in his hand.

Uncle Zhao rushed in anxiously: "My lord, His Highness the Seventh Prince... has really come to give the betrothal gift, and is right outside the door now... Do you want to open the door to welcome in?"

Yan Ji stared at the Geng post on the table with a gloomy expression, and after a long time, he closed his eyes lightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Welcome in."

Jing Hanzhang was in such a big battle, he had no choice but to welcome them in.

A moment later, Jing Hanzhang entered the Prime Minister's Mansion with Yan Xingyu in a haughty manner, followed by the betrothal gift, and visited the entire courtyard one by one.

"Where's Yan Ji?" Jing Hanzhang called him by his first name.

Uncle Zhao's face turned green, and he said with difficulty: "Master, he is busy with political affairs in the study, I'm afraid..."

"Heh." Jing Hanzhang said in a strange way, "I don't even have time to ask about my son's marriage, and my father has never been so busy."

These words were a bit heavy, Uncle Zhao almost knelt down.

Yan Xingyu tugged Jing Hanzhang's sleeve lightly, and shook his head: "It's okay, Your Highness will follow me to the side courtyard."

Jing Hanzhang snorted, and then followed Yan Xingyu to the courtyard.

Yan Xingyu had been away from the prime minister's mansion for several months, and the side courtyard had been cleaned all the time, probably by Uncle Zhao's order.

As soon as Jing Hanzhang saw this dilapidated house, he became angry for no reason, and became more determined to give Yan Xingyu the best in the future and not let him suffer at all.

After Yan Xingyu returned to the side courtyard, he opened a small dark room in the inner room in front of Jing Hanzhang.

The dark room is often filled with valuables. Jing Hanzhang followed him curiously to have a look, but found that there were only a bunch of large boxes inside, and when he opened one, the box was actually full of hand-copied Buddhist scriptures.

Jing Hanzhang was stunned. There were almost a dozen boxes in the dark room, and each of them seemed to contain Buddhist scriptures that Yan Xingyu had copied since he was a child.

How can normal people take so much trouble to copy so many Buddhist scriptures?

Recalling what Yan Xingyu said to him before, killing a living being requires copying Buddhist scriptures. Facing the countless Buddhist scriptures in the room, Jing Hanzhang suddenly shivered in June.

Yan Xingyu didn't notice his abnormal state, and was rummaging through the box.

Jing Hanzhang suddenly came back to his senses, and stepped forward a little at a loss, trying to find something to do for himself, trying to think wildly: "I, what are you looking for, I will help you find it."

Yan Xingyu turned his head and said obediently, "Find a letter."

Jing Hanzhang saw that he had been looking for a while, his forehead was covered with sweat, he simply reached out and picked him up, turned around half a circle like a child, and gently placed him on the box next to him to sit.

"Sit down obediently, and I'll find it for you."

Yan Xingyu's eyes were bent, and he seemed to like Jing Hanzhang's care for him: "Okay."

Jing Hanzhang turned over and asked, "What kind of letter is it?"

Yan Xingyu said: "It's a letter from many years ago, and the envelope says "From the Grand Tutor". "

Jing Hanzhang paused his fingers, and asked calmly, "Teacher? Which one?"

Yan Xingyu answered every question: "Teacher Lin."

Jing Hanzhang continued to search, the more he thought about it, the more something went wrong: "How did you have a letter from him?"

Yan Xingyu sat on the box, kicking his legs alternately and laughing like a child: "I stole it."

Jing Hanzhang: "..."